Gemotions

I wanted to scream. I wanted to smash something. I stood there, staring at the freshly turned earth, the sawdust still clinging to the air. My tree, *my* tree, was gone. I felt a burning sensation in my chest. The other trees in the park seemed to sway in the breeze, mocking me. I thought of my cousin, who had just been accepted into a prestigious art school. I clenched my fists. A wave of nausea washed over me. I wanted to run, to escape this scene of utter devastation, to get away from the feeling that clawed at my insides.